Dirty Gold
“If you love me, you have to love all the things about me.”—Dirty Dancing
Darkness is my growth,
an empty space of a broken
vase.
A clock with time
stopped, bubble tea frozen,
a skipped kiss that
never happened.
A smashed dollie
struggling with its framework.
Bruised legs of red stains,
losing a part of me
to patterns I can never reach.
Wanting to revive the last
pieces of these memories just
to get a piece of happiness.
While burying everything deep
inside of me.
Rearranging the sad pieces
of this neverending cycle of happiness
to find me.
Just a princess with a
crown to become Queen, trying
to let myself know I'm
not alone.
While the people you love
can't stand where your standing
because they can't relate
to this pain.
Beating you to pulp,
while the guy you like
adds you to his
fucking collection.
While the girl you love won't look in your direction.
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